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Past. Present. Future of ours
written by Genocide Reaper03:41 PM 11/16/04| I dance with your essence in my dreams I feel everything you want and need, as you willingly show you me how to truly feel. To breed, to define the truth of warm, bleeding nature of the ones plucked from the wicked vine. Once in a Heaven on the edges of Ruin, Demons and Damned souls escapeing a Hell without means. A Chaotic enraged, jealious, vengeful God dubbed me a seed. Shuffled off of the floor of Heaven, answering a Lone Demoness's prayers. Summoned for Spite, summoned for Wrath, imprisoned to be intelligent, racked with radiance of violence. My own mind riseing to the top of the mountain, seeking the God I once knew in Visons, he told me all about the reason I grew. Sending the Grim Reaper into my child hood, to set my path before me, just so I could openly see, and truthfully believe. My Faith has brought me this far through the Dark, and in the pure black of Evil its easier to see the light above, but in the shadows of Heaven I have a home. With a Warrior God declareing war upon molesting temptation. Too rape faith, and replace cancer, to feed the hungry with animalistic nature. As a wandering soul, in dreams of long ago, I visited you, reminding you of a distraught past. From which had come and passed. I told you too find you I would seek death, and in death I found eternal life. Being sent to this earth, over and fucking over until I have finally had a chance. The real Messiah has been shunned, even faced point blank with a gun. Iv always danced with your spirit in my dreams. Feeling every touch, even as you grabbed me with a tight clutch. Refuseing to let me go, even as the sun would arise into the sky, damning the creatures of the dark, to contain the inevitible embark of beauty in Holy Obsceneity. My journey has just begun, now that I have a destination. You will be sweetly and jealiously harbored in my arms. Giving anyone that trys to take you from my grasp brutal harm. Inside of my embrace you shall stay warm. With heated pleasure, and tasteful pain, just enough to keep you from going insane. I will praise the God that pointed me in your direction. And for createing me with pure dedication to what Christians call and Un-holy journey. Truth of the matter is this, they can't see and feel what I can, they can't hear the voice I do. They don't understand whats inside of me and you. But I do. I fucking do. I feel what he feels, I see what he sends. I hear the call, and I shall never fall. With you. I will Reign over their thoughts and haunt their nightmares. Dare I say, if a seed was planted inside of you my love. It would more than likely be the end of the world. |
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My Demoness.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by dacode05 (11-16-2004 - 03:55 PM)
| You are a magnificent creature...I am speechless. |
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